Is there ever gonna be
Anything but what I see?

Slipping through my fingers
Running out the clock
Leaving the door open
Yet never looking back

Memories slowly fading
Words lost in the wind
One glimpse of the past
Then you're gone again

Though man seeds no milk
she feeds upon my breast,
gluttony sustaining upon my
being and I am irrigated.

She is subtle on her needs
gently massaging me into
subjugation and I wilfully
rest upon her jagged shoulders.

I am a depleted image that is
fading with the contemplation
that I am but a vessel of her heeding
and soon I will be a husk of silence.

But in tainted milks there is thoughts
of freedom, that stigmata on her
yearnings and sour aromas now tainting
her hold over my essence now screaming.

I was her substance, now I am desecrated
shell of near nothingness. But I'm wilful
of her disposition and she is fading upon
the lilies of waters that drown her needing.

She is drowning in ill thoughts wanting to
devour my being, but I am a new blossom
and she is that which has fallen a leaf of
decayed time and I am now a free flower.

We are like a tattoo,
forever there changing.
We cover the Earth's beauty,
like a scar of the skin.
As time passes, we change.
We spread in all directions
slowly fading, sinking down,
down into the skin of the earth.
Contaminants!
We overlap,
lose our beauty in the concrete jungle.
We become ugly.
Loosen out grip on nature,
but we envy its eternal youth.
We want to go back to our original beauty.
We can't.
We grow old.
We continue to fade until we are a form with no beauty.
Till the earth is covered.
Humans are Earth's fading tattoo.

We drove together to the road’s end
It’s not like what you’re thinking
It was just the end of the road
We took a left
Ended up lost somewhere on the hill behind town
It’s not like that
Didn’t even make out
We just got lost
Never stopped
Didn’t get out to look at the stars or sit on the hood of the car like they do in the songs
Just drove until it became clear that neither of us intended to talk about it
Also if I didn’t figure out where home was I was going to run out of gas
And besides we both worked in the morning
There’s nothing louder than a love song on the radio turned all the way down
In a car with two people who can’t decide if it still applies to them

Another day that passed,

Has been another day away from it,

The further I am,

The more painful it is.


I never expected it to be so soon,

For I am not ready yet,

I was never ready for it,

But now its just a memory.


One that is fading,

One that is becoming more distant,

One that I could never move on from,

I never wish to forget.


-HIY

I stare out into a Bob Ross painted sky, drifting in and out of a black and white dream
Watching colors fade away and appear as I open my eyes, the scenes played out in front of me challenge my beliefs
I get lost in the shadows of an evil that seems to dwell, it's trapped too deep inside me to hope for anything
Like a movie playing, I can't seem to tell, which character is the most related to me
I'm an on and off switch trapped in a tornado warning of emotions I can't begin to understand
Stuck between two paralleling lines I can no longer command
I couldn't tell you how fast I'm going or if I'm even really here
And as the paint drys on my life, an unfinished product is my only fear

tomorrow's the day
i haven't seen them in a year
i can't see their faces clearly
they are going through the Fading

every memory does it
if you don't think about it enough
it starts to get duller
until you forget

only certain memories remain,
those you write down
or talk about often
although, sometimes, you don't have to

The date that marks another month
came and went before I had a chance
to dwell on it.

You're already fading,
already disappearing
from my mind.

One day you will fade away completely,
only a memory
and no longer a heartache.

Well darling I wish you would stay,
please never stop haunting me
in this bittersweet way.

Because I'd rather have this heartache
than let you fade away and
become nothing but a shadowed memory.

I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see

I see your eyes and how they shine
While looking straight at me
My eyes they shine, no more

I see your lips speak candied things
In hopes of honey-suckled rings
My lips taste sweet, no more

I see your hands lacing through mine
And tingles running down your spine
My hands fit in, no more

I see your smiles like city lights
Igniting dark and quiet nights
My smiles ignite, no more

I see your heart it beats for me
It's beating wildly, I could see
But mine it beats, no more

I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see—
But sorry baby
I could see—
We're going out of tune.